I have to choose in which way
I want to die – eating plastic café
food or salty offal which is slightly
worse or warmed-up chips that taste
of death after spending aeons in
refrigeration
Or a meat pie that gives sinus and
indigestion, bread cannot even be
considered, it attacks me while I’m
eating; I’ve had my ice-cream break-
fast; did not eat enough sensible food
last night, now paying the price
A ringing in my ears euphemistically
called tinnitus, my ears are tinnuting
with a tingelingeling that doesn’t stop –
I’ve decided to opt for the killer meat
pie, to taste something almost nice
before I die…
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